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Chapter One

Tyson

My parents made sure I learned from every mistake and every success. It wasn’t like I was a walking success. I was far from a success story. But the thing with my family was that we weren’t a typical family.

There was one rule the five of us lived by. The one rule that Dad and Mum enforced into us. The only thing they expected us to follow. Our one rule was: never follow the rules. Sounds simple, right? And maybe a bit funny that our one rule was to not follow the rules. But we stuck by it.

Us as a family all stood for something most people wouldn’t understand. We didn’t stand by the law. Dad lived to break as many laws as he could, encouraged it even; the best part of it was he usually always got away with his crimes and the club’s crimes, apart from one time during my whole childhood.

When I was ten, Dad did go to prison for a year for assaulting a few police officers when they raided the club. Dad was used to the raids. It was common. He kept the club clean for that reason.

They were questioning Dad hard, like always, but it took him awhile to realize they weren’t just raiding the club, but for the first time they were going to the house as well.

Mum wouldn’t let the police in. One, because Dad kept the books there. Two, she wouldn’t let them near us kids. From what I remember, Mum was dragged out of the house by the police. They got physical with her and that’s when Dad showed up.

All I remember was Dad beating those men till they were lying motionless on the ground.

Next thing I knew, Dad was sent away for a year, and apparently that was a good deal.

When it came to Mum, Eve, Hannah, and, hell, even me, Dad would stop at nothing to make sure we were safe and happy.

Most parents wouldn’t encourage their son to join a motorcycle club, but Dad was proud when I became a prospect. I didn’t see following my Dad’s example as a poor move. I actually think the best decision I ever made was becoming a member.

As a family, we functioned well. I would say I was close to both my sisters. And had a better relationship with my parents than most. But my unconditional love for my sisters often was a weakness, like right now.

My sister was making it her mission to annoy the hell out of me. I went to the garage before school for peace. But I knew I was in for it as soon as she spotted me. She had me cornered as I was working on my motorbike. And while I was ignoring her complaints, I knew she wasn’t leaving till she got what she wanted.

I groaned, finally giving up, and I got up off the ground and looked at her. Eve and Hannah were stunning with their long blonde hair and blue eyes—they were the spitting image of Mum. I think that’s why Dad could never say no to them when they asked for something.

Like the other night when Hannah wanted some book she couldn’t afford. She gives one look at Dad and he hands over the credit card. That was Hannah for you; she would ask for books while Eve… oh, how do I even explain Eve’s personality? She might have mum’s looks, but she had Dad’s need to break rules at her core.

She would be blowing Dad’s money on clothes, parking tickets and her latest thing was her car, which she totaled when she convinced Dad to let her drive to it. I had never heard Dad really yell at her, but boy did she get yelled at when they got back.

Dad said he was lucky to escape with his life and he thought it best for the rest of the human population that Eve stayed off the road.

“So, what is it that you want, Naughty?” I said finally, looking at the grin on her face. ‘Naughty’ was Eve’s nickname I had given her. Hannah was ‘Nice’. Most people couldn’t tell them apart. But I could with one look. It was small things, but to me they might as well have had a label on their forehead of their names. It wasn’t just their personalities that gave them away; small personal traits like how Hannah would give you a sweet smile while Eve would be smirking about a plan she was about to do or a plan she had done—and gotten away with.

“Money.” She rested against the workbench. “To fix my car.”

“You shouldn’t be driving it.”

“You’re sounding like Dad. One little accident and I’m never allowed on the road again!”

“Talking about Dad.” I crossed my arms. “Why aren’t you hitting him for the money?” Dad had been firm on not helping her get the car back on the road for the first few months, but I was sure he would cave now.

“Because he won’t give me a cent,” she pouted—her pout usually got her what she wanted.

“What have you done now?”

“Nothing!” Her voice went up, which was a dead giveaway she was lying—and poorly at that.

“Dad never says no to you.” I looked at her a bit closer; she was lying but I didn’t know why. “Unless you’ve done something.”

Eve pouted. “I may be cashing in my good deeds for something else.”

I laughed. In other words, yes. “This is about the party you want, isn’t it?” I pointed a finger at her, knowing my sister too well. “As if Dad is going to let any teens in his clubhouse.”

“You had a party for your eighteenth!”

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